A myriad bubbles were floating on the surface of a stream. 'What are you?' I cried to them as they drifted by. 'I am a bubble, of course' nearly a myriad bubbles answered, and there was surprise and indignation in their voices as they passed. But, here and there, a lonely bubble answered, 'We are this stream', and there was neither surprise nor indignation in their voices, but just a quiet certitude. - Ask the Awakened by Wei Wu Wei
I like it.
I like the instinct of the self to assert individuality.
I like more the wisened few who see themselves as part of something larger.
Thought I would pass that along.
Cheers,
Mr.B

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